The Debauched Of Antlin 15 The Self-Proclaimed Gourmand +18

The man tastes like black coffee and toast. Perhaps he could have had the decency to brush his teeth before joining her, for the small remains of his breakfast that roll under the young woman's tongue are not the most pleasant.

Rhea is hot. So hot, that to cool herself down, she swallows the saliva of her companion of the moment.

More at ease and satisfied she joins her tongue to that of the man so surprised by his action, that he has opened eyes, then greedily, she wraps hers around his.

This intense shared kiss is pleasant, however she is no longer a teenager who is offered small bouquets of flowers.

Once again frustrated by the inactivity of this man who talks a lot but doesn't act enough, Rhea moves her hand between the thighs of this Viscount whose d.i.c.k she wishes was as vigorous as his tongue.

What a great idea he had to wear such thin pants. Through this fabric of a softness she didn't even know existed, she grasps the thick stem, which, as if to thank her for taking care of it, swells up between her fingers.

Releasing her grip, her hand slides slowly over this fabric, ideal for this kind of action. Her tongue always united to that of the man who fortunately has just taken action by grabbing her nipple, Rhea undertakes to open these sublime pants.

She is a bit surprised not to find any b.u.t.tons. Replacing these usual practical objects, she comes up against small hooks that are connected together.

In her condition, nothing will resist her. Indeed, Rhea, who doesn't want to waste time studying this exotic fastener, takes her hand out of the collar of the Viscount's s.h.i.+rt.

Her two hands firmly grasping the fly of the trousers, she tears off that part of the garment that prevents her from reaching the crotch of the completely speechless man.

"What a splendid object you offer me, Your Lords.h.i.+p. I should very much like to taste it now to get an idea of its true quality, but first I want to discover your body, so take off your clothes."

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Viscount La.s.sale is used to taking the initiative with his wives. He is one of those dominant males who likes to penetrate his partners when and when he feels like it, yet today he is discovering that being in the hands of a succubus is not so bad either.

His eyes do not leave the beauty that removes her tiny nightie. As her, he quickly takes off his jacket and losing his usual very serene appearance, he eagerly opens his s.h.i.+rt.

Her belly could not be flatter. Her thin but tonic thighs surmounting her so long legs inevitably attract the gaze of men. Not an ounce of fat can be seen on this perfect body. Her small shaved v.a.g.i.n.a with pink large light l.a.b.i.a majora seem to be a delight, as for her enormous firm b.o.o.bs, The Viscount can now understand why His King has such inclinations concerning this part of the women's body.

His s.h.i.+rt removed comes to join his jacket, which he has thrown carelessly on the recently waxed parquet flooring.

The young woman whose name is still unknown to him approaches him very slowly with one of those coquettish smiles that reveal her real thoughts.

Her big bleu eyes are inclined towards his s.e.x of average size but whose width would make any Orc who saw it pale, and after having stuck her large chest against his bust, she grabs the stem swollen with excitement, which, captive of the little hand prevents to jump.

His beautiful guest begins a slow coming and going of the most pleasant. While performing this expert masturbation, she pa.s.sionately kisses him on the neck.

Join carnal relations to the sweetness of kisses, he had never tried it before. However, when he discovers this pleasure that he did not know, he regretted his ignorance which previously prevented him from taking full advantage of his past love relations.h.i.+ps.

Taken by the pleasure, the Viscount do not realize that Rhea's tongue descended along his bust to come and find his nipple.

Slightly ticklish, he's very surprised when, after having given him two small strokes of her tongue, Rhea gently bites it.

What does she do? He's not a woman. Is this beauty a madwoman?

"Immediately cease this immoral act! I think you're in the wrong place."

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Rhea hasn't yet regained her full capacity to think, yet these few words frustrate her. Do only women could have the privilege to experience the pleasure of being chewed the nipples? Plague be of these patriarchal societies.

"You really don't know what's good, His Lords.h.i.+p. So much the worse for you! Since you refuse my little sweets, I'll take care of that beautiful s.e.x you Propose me."

Her nimble hand continues to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e the Viscount who feeling his d.i.c.k swelling more and more and wanting to make the most of the mouth that will soon suck it, tilts his back back.

Lured by this beautiful candy that seems so delicious, Rhea kneels down.

From her new point of view, Rhea hesitates by looking at this glans so wide that she's afraid it'll deform her little mouth.

It's a dilemma worth thinking about. Because even if she could swallow it, there is no guarantee that this enormous s.e.x would not prevent her from breathing.

A bit worried in face of this monstrous glans, in order to better evaluate the danger, Rhea tilts the inflated stem of the Viscount, to the left, then, still not being entirely convinced of her capacity to accommodate the big thing, she directs it to the right.

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But what is she doing this time? Is it the star powder that would have such a strange effect on her or as he supposes, would this beauty be really special? ...

"Oh f.u.c.k, it feels good to finally be in this cozy den."

After have asked himself many questions, Viscount La.s.sale forgets all his many concerns about this strange young beauty.

No, to describe her as a young lady would be wrong, the one who slides his s.e.x along her tongue and swallows it to the end, shaking her head like a rabid woman is a furious beast. A hungry tigress who doesn't seem to have eaten meat for a long time.

Not taking his eyes off the action, the Viscount who holds back the moment he will reach the sky, sees his guest's mouth slowly withdraw from his s.e.x to concentrate only on his glans.

She doesn't suck him, no this b.i.t.c.h literally pumps his d.i.c.k.

The viscount can't take it anymore. Not only does the beautiful girl swallow his c.o.c.k along its entire length, but he has the strange feeling that if this greedy young women aspirates his glans so hard, she does so only to harvest his n.o.ble seed.

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After having tried hard to push the Viscount in his last retrenchments, the beauty withdraws her mouth from this object of which he is so proud. From the head of its male end to its tip, Rhea comes to finish the Viscount by t.i.tillating his glans which contracts at its limit under the caresses of her little tongue.

Feeling the blood flowing towards the extremity of the Viscount's s.e.x, Rhea firmly grasps it to prevent it from escaping and without waiting, she wraps her lips around this glans, finally not impossible to swallow.

Feeling the hot substance that immediately invades her mouth, Rhea understands that it was more than time to take the appropriate measures or her face would not have been spared.

The self-proclaimed gourmand gently turns her tongue in her mouth to capture the full flavor of the thick sperm that is propelled by powerful successive jets. Enjoying quietly of this liquid gift without worrying about the man in front of her, she long taste the nectar that her host has just graciously offered her.

However, wis.h.i.+ng to be penetrated without further delay, Rhea swallows the whitish substance in a single sip.

"I must tell you that your s.e.m.e.n is a bit light for my taste. Anyway, since I hadn't eaten this morning and although it won't be enough to satisfy me, I have to admit that in addition to appreciating the taste, a second sip will contribute somewhat to fill my stomach. Enough talk! Now it's high time you inserted that beautiful s.e.x between my thighs. Come on, His mighty Lords.h.i.+p, it's time to get hard again. No, don't tell me a n.o.bleman like you would dare show ingrat.i.tude to a young girl who's just spoiled him? "

"Hahaha, you, little girl waving her croup in front of my eyes, I'll make you understand that you can't make fun of the La.s.sales name with impunity. Get your little a.s.s up and you'll see if your lord is ungrateful."